Around them, the other assassins closed in slowly, their steps calm, their eyes cold. The mist that once felt peaceful now looked like something hiding monsters.
Wales clutched his shoulder, trembling, while the world that had felt safe just moments ago turned into a nightmare
The assassin moved again, fast and smooth, and pulled out another dagger.
"Sorry for missing, but this time I won't," he said in a low voice.
SWOOSH!
He rushed forward, leaving a faint afterimage behind him. The dagger flashed right in front of Wales' eyes.
Wales did not even have time to scream or move. Fear locked his body. He shut his eyes tightly and waited for the pain.
But it did not come.
A sharp metallic sound rang out.
Wales slowly opened his eyes.
The dagger was pinned to the ground beside him, buried deep into the soil.
For a moment, the world felt still. Even the mist seemed frozen.
Wales swallowed hard, his throat dry, not understanding what had happened.
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.
